| Look, my niggas make it hot up in the winter
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| My niggas make it hot up in the wintertime, look
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| Yeah, I pray to God but I’m a sinner, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, I pray to God but I’m a sinner, I know
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| They like, «How you take them losses and keep pushin' forward?»
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| I keep a chin up like a boy in front me, nigga, huh
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| Like, «How you deal with all them haters say they gunnin' for you?»
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| Lil' bro gon' wet you for the team, it ain’t no water boy
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| This ain’t no pencil when it’s lead up in that backpack
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| Take twenty one if you wan' play, but this ain’t Blackjack
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| I put that silence in your city, ain’t no rap cap
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| Heard shit got lit, ain’t have no stick
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| Guess he can’t match that
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| I smash the gas up on you niggas, tell 'em speed up
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| Heard traffic smoke, when they bow down that’s a speed bump
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| They look up to me like I’m, wanna be us
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| Might have a daughter or some sons, each one gon' teach one
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| Each one gon' teach one
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| To all the pussies went and faked on me
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| Like I ain’t raised my hand, bet you never hear from me
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| My feelings numb, could carry on, you steal no tears from me
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| I was scorin', never need no one to cheer for me
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| (Huh, wasn’t there for me)
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| Look, my niggas make it hot up in the winter
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| My niggas make it hot up in the wintertime, look
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| Yeah, I pray to God but I’m a sinner, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, I pray to God but I’m a sinner, I know
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| They like, «How you take them losses and keep pushin' forward?»
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| Wintertime, they like, «How you take them losses and keep pushin' forward?»
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| Pushin' forward, pushin' forward, pushin' forward |